The Jade Pavilion Book II : The Rise of Li Chang

 

 

                   Chapter 157  An Interlude of Pleasure and Pain

 

 

Tranh had sped off to the infirmary so quickly, not so much because of his haste to tend to Erika's cuts and bruises, but because his genitals were so full of man-lust that they positively ached.  He latched the door of the infirmary behind him, liberated his throbbing member and made his way into the darkness of the room.  He undid his leggings as he fumbled his way across the room and let them slide to his ankles when his outstretched hand made contact with contact with the opposite wall.  Using one hand to steady himself, he closed his fist gently around his firm erection with the other.   He began stroking himself as he summoned up the image of Erika Weiss into his mind's eye.

 

 In the inky dimness of the unlit infirmary Tranh pictured the German beauty's long shapely legs, her creamy thighs bound tightly together by Deng's cords, unblemished save for the livid mark he himself had left with the bamboo.  In his imagination, his gaze rose higher, riveted on her golden V and the feminine pinkness of her sex.  He was breathing harder now, and he stroked a little faster, sliding his hand  all the way down to the root of his throbbing phallus and then upward to the crown of his shaft, rubbing his thumb gently back and forth over his cock-tip before sliding his sweaty hand down the smooth warm shaft and beginning again.

 

Tranh squeezed his eyes together tightly, hoping that by blocking out all visual stimuli he could better picture every detail of Erika's superb body.  In his fantasy his eyes lingered briefly on the girlish waist surmounting her womanly hips, and the pale smoothness of the flesh drawn tightly across her belly, before sweeping upward to take in the provocative perfection of her breasts.  In all his years of woman-smuggling he could not remember their equal.  Not merely in size, although nature had surely been generous to the stunning young blonde, but in softness and shape and stamina.  When Bashir had driven her body forward with the cruel cane, Erika's full breasts had resembled double handfuls of tit-fruit, soft and inviting.  When her head had jerked backward under the force of Deng's blow, her breasts had risen high and firm until her pinkish-brown nipples pointed boldly at the sky, proud and stiff and defiant.

 

"Mmmmnn!" the Vietnamese cook moaned softly as he pleasured himself.  His hand slid downward to the base of his penis and then still lower as he cupped his heavy testicles as he visualized Erika's breasts dancing to each stroke of the bamboo cane.  He caressed his swollen balls for a moment or two and then slid his hand back up the length of his shaft, as his entire body tingled with desire.

 

For in his depraved fantasy it was not his hand caressing his throbbing glans, it was the soft flesh of Erika Weiss.  He imagined himself naked, leaning backward against an inclined ladder, with Erika kneeling slavishly at his feet, her body oiled and glistening, her hands clasped submissively behind her.  In his fantasy he ordered his dream-slave to tease him to a climax, but forbade her from using her hands.  Docile in his dream, Erika inched closer until her naked breasts barely touched his hairy genitals.  Then she began to move her upper body, slowly, teasingly, using a feathery touch to tease his cock and balls with the lightest imaginable caresses of her slippery mounds.

 

The dream-Erika continued by hunching lower and  moving her swollen orbs from side to side, nudging his taut-muscled thighs with the very tips of her breasts. Tranh gasped with pleasure at the touch of her nipples, and then groaned as he imagined her moving closer still, feeling her warm breath against his genitals as she mashed the delicious softness of her breasts against his legs. The dream-Erika smiled seductively, proud of her power over her supposed captor and rose slightly from her kneeling position into a deep squat, her knees spread obscenely, her luscious labia well-displayed.  Then, with her ripe young breasts pressed against his thighs, Erika began to rise from her deep squat, using her slick, close-set melons to capture his throbbing phallus in a velvet vise.

 

Up and down she moved, rubbing her soft, succulent breasts against his quivering pole until he could hardly stand it.  Then she dipped down very low once again and gave his hairy ballsack a quick side to side caress with her hot, thick nipples.  Erika's sensuous movements sent sparks of virile pleasure surging through his lust-heavy testicles.

 

Lost in his depraved fantasy, Tranh shuddered with manly desire and he reached for his cock to steer it back into the valley of pleasure between Erika's breasts. But his blonde dream-slave gave him a naughty smile and whispered, "No… no hands," and began to slide up and down his body again, finding his cock with her cleavage and cradling it skillfully between her luscious tit-globes.  She pressed forward, mashing his swollen erection against his pubis and moving her breasts in circular motions, subjecting his throbbing man-shaft to indescribably obscene delights.

 

After two or three minutes of this sublime depravity, the strain of maintaining her squatting position began to tell on the dream-Erika's athletic thigh and calf muscles, and she straightened up, slowly, teasingly, driving her bullet-hard nipples into Tranh's chest as she pressed her oil-slick pussy against his erection.  When he tried to wrap his arms around her and lift her on to his throbbing member, she whispered again, "I told you, Master … no hands …" and continued to tease him with her slippery labia, letting the questing head of his one-eyed manhood explore the soft folds of her feminity.  Several times the tip of his lust-staff probed the pleasing pinkness of her vaginal entrance, but each time the dream-temptress squirmed away.

 

Tranh's cock was now as hard as the bamboo rod he had used to whip Erika's thighs and the Vietnamese cook continued to stroke it with a practiced touch as he brought his fantasy to a climactic conclusion.

 

 Moaning with passion, his fantasy-slave maneuvered her oil-slick pussy on to his erection and took him in, inch by throbbing inch, while her moist tunnel performed its sexual witchcraft, dancing on his phallus, clutching him, milking him, swallowing him.

 

 "Take me,"  the dream-Erika whispered breathily into his ear as she ground her hot, bullet-hard nipples against his chest.  "Take me now."

 

Tranh hovered at the very pinnacle of orgasm for a long moment as he imagined himself driving his man-sword upward into Erika's quivering cunt with a series of mighty thrusts.  Then, overpowered by his towering lust, he came, shuddering with pleasure as he pumped thick jets of semen into the dark corner.

 

Light-headed from his lascivious labors,  Tranh leaned forward against the wall, panting.  His heart was still racing at twice its normal speed when he heard someone pound at the door of the infirmary.  "Hurry it up, Tranhie!"  The impatience in Jasper Slegg's gravelly voice was unmistakable.  "The cap'n told you to fetch your bloody potion, not to brew a  new batch!"

 

"Coming chop-chop, you bet," the ship's cook replied, grinning at his little joke as he wiped at his dripping penis with a rag and tucked his genitals back into his trousers.  "Tranh be right there," he stammered, as he gathered up his vial of Mekong Lightning, some relatively clean rags and towels, and the bucket of tepid soapy water he had used to bathe Erika earlier.

 

         

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Two minutes later Tranh emerged topside, shouldering the hatch open awkwardly, the bundle of towels under one arm and a pail of soapy water hanging from the other. As he stepped onto the main deck of the Yang-tze Dragon, he was buffeted by the sea breeze and set the heavy bucket down for a moment to catch his breath.  He glanced toward the menacing scaffold from which Erika Weiss was still suspended and marveled once again at her beauty. Despite his explosive sexual release only minutes earlier,  Tranh's virile ardor was quickly restored by the sight of the shapely demi-goddess, who, despite her painful and exhausting ordeal, still struggled bravely against the stout ropes binding her wrists. As he stared at the golden-haired beauty in three-quarter profile he felt his depleted manhood stiffen with rekindled lust.

 

 Half a dozen idlers loitered nearby, eyeing the sweat-glistening body whose mouthwatering magnificence was little marred by the irregular weals that crisscrossed her pale back, her whip-reddened buttocks, and her shapely upper thighs

 

"What took ye so long, Cookie?" Slegg tore his eyes away from the rounded perfection of Erika's inviting backside to throw a sardonic grin in Tranh's direction. "Polishing yer wok, was ye?" he added, elbowing Froggy in the ribs.

 

"They say that if you rub it with oil, it's as good as new!" Froggy guffawed in response.

 

The scrawny cook flushed with embarrassment as mocking laughter washed across the ship's deck.  Irritated, he hoisted his bucket and approached the scaffold cursing under his breath. Why should he be singled out for derision?  He was hardly the only sailor on the Dragon who had slipped away from the main deck for a few minutes to assuage his rampaging lust.  Who among the crew had not been tantalized to the point of self-abuse by the exciting series of torments meted out to the ripe-breasted beauty struggling in her bonds on the punishment scaffold?  As his ire at Slegg and the others who had made sport of him mounted, Tranh thought he detected the hint of a mocking smile on Erika's full lips.  His eyes narrowed and his brow furrowed as he vowed silently to avenge that scornful smirk. Then he set about his business, dipping one of the rags into the bucket, preparing to clean the random pattern of wounds and weals that crisscrossed Erika's back and buttocks.

 

Under Jasper Slegg's watchful eye Tranh began with Erika's back, starting with the lash-marks that the cat had etched into the soft skin just below her rounded shoulders.  He cleaned the wounds in two stages, first washing the surface of her back gently with the soapy water, and then carefully applying his alcohol-laced home-grown disinfectant  to the edges of the numerous abrasions and lacerations.

 

 As before, Tranh's potion felt like liquid fire when first applied to broken skin and, much to the delight of her lust-crazed onlookers,  Erika's naked body oscillated wildly each time the Vietnamese cook applied his exotic liniment to her cuts and  bruises.  It took all the strength of Cheng Lao and Kai Pu, the two men manning the guyropes, to keep her body upright.

 

Tranh had just finished her back and shoulders when Slegg, who had been circling the scaffolding, ogling her nakedness from every possible vantagepoint, volunteered, "Be sure you give the filthy whore's bleedin' arse a good scrubdown, Tranhie!  We've got two whips and the tawse still to go and the lads'll want a nice fresh target.  Ain't that right, boys?"

 

The handful of onlookers who had been present when Tranh had returned topside had now swollen to half the crew, among them Khasar and others who were still waiting expectantly for their chance to wield the whip.  They voiced their virile assent with crude catcalls.

 

"Aye," Khasar's bass voice drowned out his comrades. "But whipping isn't half of  what I'd like to do to that sweet ass!"  His ribald jest drew another round of coarse cheers from the seamen of the Yang-tze Dragon, as each lecherous crewman imagined himself spreading Erika's tantalizing bottomcheeks, sliding his cock through her shadowy buttock cleft, and reveling in the delicious pressure of her nether cleavage.  Then the positioning of the angry cock-head against the tiny, elastic rosebud, the relentless pressure against that sweet sentinel of pleasure until it gave way, and then the thrusting, the plunging, the pounding, as each man mentally jackhammered his way, inch by punishing inch, deep into Erika's cock-clutching rectum.

 

As the crude jeers mounted Erika felt Tranh's soapy cloth begin to slide across her whip-ravaged buttocks. She glared at the first mate contemptuously. "I wish to Gott I'd knocked your ugly head off!" she hissed, referring to the glancing blow she had landed with the shovel a day earlier when Slegg was abusing her in the stoking room.

 

Jasper Slegg scowled and fingered the improvised bandage over his eye.  As he did so his eyes lit on an ancient brush on Deng's workbench. He sidled over to the workbench and picked up the brush, and rubbed its stiff bristles lightly across his wrist.  Satisfied that the bristles would be painfully abrasive to Erika's soft flesh, he snarled, "Use this on her arse, Tranhie!  And like I said, - 'Scrub her squeaky clean'!"

 

He flipped Tranh the scrub brush and an instant later Erika felt the stiff bristles cutting through the foamy froth which covered her bare buttocks.  Tranh, still stinging from the mocking laughter of a few minutes earlier, knew he could not soon revenge himself upon Slegg and the others.  But he would see to it that Erika would come to regret that derisive smile!  The irate Vietnamese scrubbed away determinedly and soon Erika had to bite her lip to keep from crying out as Tranh gave her whip-ravaged bottom a thorough going over.

 

Tranh winked at his cronies as he dipped the brush into the soapy brew again and sloshed the frothy suds all over Erika's creamy buttocks before giving them a second thorough scouring.  "Don't worry, Missy --- Tranhie clean you up real nice."

 

The coarse brush would have been abrasive against unbroken skin. On bare skin that had been soundly whipped the affect was agonizing and even Erika's heroic fortitude could not prevent her from gasping in pain.

 

When the Vietnamese cook slid the evil brush between her legs and raked the bristles across the soft folds of her feminine treasure, Erika tore at her wrist-ropes in a frenzy of agony.  But in her exhausted state her strength was hardly a match for that of Cheng and Kai, and though the ropes swayed back and forth with her every gyration, they continued to hold her fast.

 

Maddened by her suffering, Erika finally turned slightly and kicked awkwardly at the tormentor who was raking the awful bristles across her nerve-rich clitoris.

 

When she did so, Jasper Slegg smiled wickedly, and growled, "Now that's no way to thank a bloke who's trying to clean you up nice and pretty, Princess."  The first mate strolled over and picked up one of the towels that Tranh had brought from below decks and dunked it into the tub of water and sloshed it around it until it was saturated with water.  "We can't 'ave that, can we lads?"

 

Sensing an unexpected development, the sailors edged closer as Slegg wrung the water out of the towel with a kneading action that transformed the saturated towel into a braided weapon. 

 

"Teach the blue-eyed slut a lesson, Slegg!"

 

Slegg hefted the wet towel in his hands and moved closer, eyeing Erika's sweat-drenched breasts with a wolfish leer. It was only when he was within a yard or so of her that he could detect the faint imprint of the Wooden Lady's breast-cords around the bases of Erika's voluptuous pleasure mounds.

 

  Sensing Slegg's evil intent, Erika shook her blonde mane from side to side despairingly and tore at  her bonds anew, but once again her frantic attempts at evasion served no other purpose than to whet the appetite of her tormentor.

 

"You're in luck, princess," Slegg growled through tightly clenched teeth.  " I could whip you with this all arternoon and it wouldn't 'ardly leave a lasting mark!"  And with those words, the sadistic first mate lifted the saturated towel over his head and  with a skillful flick of his wrist, he snapped it downward across the upper contours of Erika's defenseless breasts.

 

THWOP!!  "Owhh!  You bastard!"

 

"Such language, princess!  Ye still haven't learned your lesson, have ye, wench?" 

 

The villainous first-mate eyed Erika's nipples, still swollen and inflamed from the cruel grip of the Mermaid's Necklace.  His second blow, even more forceful than his first, was a broadside that slammed the improvised flogger squarely into Erika's majestic breasts, punishing the  provocative breast-tips that capped her luscious mounds with such brazen impudence.

 

THWOP!!  "Oww!!"   .

 

Gritting his teeth, the first mate uncoiled a side-sweeping stroke that snapped the end of the wet towel against the outer curve of Erika's left breast, drawing another soft moan from the blonde beauty.

 

THWOP!!   "Aahh!!"

 

 Swinging his arm like a pendulum, Slegg followed up by rocketing a lightning-like backhand that jarred Erika's right breast with its pitiless power.

 

THWOP!!  "Aiaiah!"

 

As her superb breasts quivered under the withering assault, Erika hissed "Feigling!" at her tormentor under her breath.

 

Or at least she thought it was under her breath.

 

"What was that, wench?"  What did ye say?" Slegg snarled as he targeted the outer aspect of Erika's left breast with a crisp forehand. 

 

  THWOP!!  "Aaahh!"

 

"Feigling, eh!  What in bloody hell's a 'feigling,' Frowlein?"  Slegg's jaw was set in an evil grimace as he snapped the water-logged towel towel again, delivering a stinging blow to Erika's right breast. 

 

Erika winced in pain and her golden hair flew about her body as she twisted and turned in her bonds in a futile attempt to evade the sting of the improvised lash. But Jasper Slegg  was both tireless and accurate and he attacked her tender breasts relentlessly.  He moved nimbly from side to side after every stroke, continually altering his angle of attack, concentrating on Erika's tender nipples but making sure that he neglected neither the outer nor the inner contours of her lush breasts. After each stroke, he held his follow-through for a moment, posing in the manner of a champion matador, his right arm extended in triumph, while his rowdy shipmates cheered him on.

 

"What's it mean, wench?" he snarled as he let fly a backhand that branded Erika's aching nipples with a particularly vicious stroke.

 

THWOPP!!  "Aaiiaahh!!"

 

The battle between pain and pride in Erika's soul was cruel, but in the long run there could be only one winner.  As the wet whip slammed into the soft, yielding flesh of her breasts for perhaps the twentieth time, she knew that she dared not tell the villainous first mate that 'Feigling' meant 'coward'.

 

THWOP!!  "Aiaahh!" Erika gasped piteously as another blow exploded on her left nipple, igniting yet another flesh-fire on her sensitive breast. And then, though half-maddened with suffering, she thought she saw a way out.

 

"I … I will tell you….."

 

THWOP!!  "Owww!"   Another nipple-stinger.  

 

"Speak up, wench! Cat got your tongue?

 

"It … it means, 'Master' Erika whimpered defeatedly, hating herself for inflating the ego of the sadistic brute who had caused herself so much pain, and angry at herself for not having thought of such a rudimentary ploy much sooner.  " 'Feigling' means 'master'."

 

Slegg's ignorance was as boundless as his cruelty and his conceit.  Grinning like a bantam rooster who had serviced half a henhouse, he let his flail fall limply to his side.  "Master, eh," he muttered, puffing out his chest.  What passed for a smile crossed his face as he added, "Well, why didn't ye say so, wench?"   Mollified, he reached out and cupped Erika's throbbing left breast gently, in what for him amounted to a soothing, conciliatory  gesture.

 

Erika would have done well to accept his crude caress with grace, but once again her indomitable pride was her undoing, and she recoiled from his touch with disgust, as if his hand were a slimy tentacle of the foulest bottom-dweller of the China Sea.

 

"Ah, so that's the way it is, is it?" Slegg snarled. "Still the 'igh and mighty princess, are ye! Still too good for a bloke like me."  He glared at Erika angrily and slapped the breast he had been fondling gently only a moment earlier.

 

SMACK!!!  Erika winced in pain and her bright blue eyes filled with hatred and hurt.

 

Slegg  met Erika's furious, tear-filled gaze with icy calmness.  In the last few seconds the sea breeze had freshened and strands of Erika's windblown golden hair spilled over her shoulders, partially veiling her creamy breasts.  Slegg's lips curved into a calculating smile as he gently brushed the blonde tresses away from her right breast with the back of his hand.  Then, after that succulent globe was stripped of even that fragile veil of defense, he swept the back of that same hand into the yielding flesh of Erika's  breast with all the power at his command. 

 

SMACKK!!  "Nngh!!  Nghhhh!! Nggghhhnnnhh!!!"  Erika nearly doubled over in pain but she tried to suppress her groans, knowing that they would only enhance Slegg's sadistic pleasure.  But there was no mistaking the tears in her eyes or the livid mark on her breast.  Satisfied with the result of his efforts,  Slegg snarled,  "Carry on with that brush, Tranh-ie!  And make sure you scrub 'er tits double-clean!!"

 

Armed with his coarse scrub brush, Tranh stepped forward again.  But this time he approached Erika Weiss from the front.

 

Seeing, for the first time, the coarse-bristled brush that had ravaged her back and backside, and dreading the prospect of the stiff bristles raking across her burning breasts, Erika aimed a desperate, futile kick in Tranh's general direction, landing a glancing blow on his thigh. Slegg repaid her foolhardiness by stepping forward and seizing a handful of her blonde mane in his left hand and a bunch of her golden pubic hair in his right as he  pressed his face close to hers.

 

"If ye try sommat like that again, Princess," he snarled venomously as he twisted the golden ringlets that guarded the juncture of her thighs, "I'll rip these out by the handful, and burn off what's left! D'ye understand?"

 

Her defiance quashed, Erika could only nod submissively to her foul-breathed tormentor.

 

"Good!  See that ye don't forget!"  Slegg gave Erika's pubic hair another wrench and then he slapped the side of Erika's rosy left breast so hard that her teeth rattled.  He compounded her misery by raising his hand and sweeping it downward viciously into the upper contours of her right breast.  Then he concluded his grim admonition by boxing her luscious mounds, slamming his open palms into the side-slopes of both breasts at once,  crushing the opulent globes together with such force that he nearly drove Erika to her knees.

 

So thoroughly did Slegg enjoy the sight of Erika's lush breasts flying into each other and bouncing nicely back into place that he proceeded to double-slap her tender globes again.

 

SMACKK!!    "Nghh!  NGGHH!!!"   The feel of Erika's tender tit-flesh against his palms was intoxicating.  He struck again.

 

SMACK!!  "Aarrghh! No…no… no more, bitte..."

 

Deaf to Erika's pleas for mercy, Slegg drew his hands apart and struck again, smashing his hands inward as if he were the devil's cymbals player, crashing Erika's firm young breasts into each other yet again.

 

SMACKKKK!!  "AAAAUGHHH!"  This time the pain was too great to stifle and it rose into Erika's throat almost choking her.  As Erika's body writhed in agony, a hundred curses rose to her lips but she knew that her defenseless body would pay an fearful  price for voicing them. Gasping for breath, she swept her tongue around her lips trying to mop up the humiliating drool that was streaming down her cheeks and chin and spilling down onto her beleaguered breasts.

 

In his two decades of manhood Slegg had slapped the breasts of a hundred whores and pleasure girls.  But never had he had the pleasure of smacking such an inviting pair of man-pleasers.  Erika's breasts were soft without being squishy, springy without being floppy, and her tit-mounds stood up to his unrelenting assault with remarkable resilience, giving ground grudgingly each time he struck them.  But give ground they did, under Slegg's tireless pummelling, before springing back into place and quivering tantalizingly as they waited for the next blow to fall.

 

WHAPP!!  Drinking deep from the well of sadistic pleasure, Slapp whipped the callused palm of his hand across Erika's left breast one final time, and then he retreated, allowing the choking, gasping blonde to steady herself.  For long seconds she stood motionless in her bonds her body slumped forward, her encrimsoned breasts heaving with her every breath.

 

 Just when Erika had begun to pull herself together,  Tranh trudged forward, brush in hand, lugging his bucket of soapy water.   The wiry little Asian gave Erika a toothy grin as he immersed the brush in the water and then removed it, holding it at chest level so that the water from the saturated brush would drip down onto Erika''s naked breasts.  Then he lowered, it moving the abrasive bristles closer and closer  to her bare thighs….